It's gentle, and it's sweet, and it's slow, and Poison's forgotten how much he's missed this feeling until now. Part of him wants to stay just like this; another wants to roll just a bit more, onto his stomach. He wets his lips. "Think-- think you could come like this, baby? Do we need to move a little?"
He's not in a hurry. He just wants to ask before he gets completely absorbed in the glow he feels.
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Date: 2016-06-05 02:22 am (UTC)He's not in a hurry. He just wants to ask before he gets completely absorbed in the glow he feels.